After overturning the car, the anchor completely let himself go

Song Yun overslept at noon, and rushed from the dormitory to the teaching building with his textbooks in his arms, but was stopped by a man when he turned a corner.

With one foot on the brake, Song Yun swished her head back and stared at the man who stopped her from studying: "Are you okay?"

Although I don't know why I heard the irony from it, the person in charge who came to Beijing from a small remote city by plane raised a decent smile and said, "Hi, classmate, I want to ask you about someone."

The brakes were too hasty just now, and Song Yun saw a woman wearing a mask and hat standing next to the middle-aged man.She looked away and asked, "Who is it? Tell me quickly, I'm already late for class."

Standing next to the person in charge was Yanyan. She found a photo from her mobile phone album, held it up to Song Yun and asked, "Have you seen this boy?"

Song Yun was a little nearsighted, so she squinted her eyes and looked closer. After seeing the person in the photo clearly, she didn't nod and say that she had seen it before, but instead asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Although the girl in front of her didn't say she knew her, judging from her reaction and question, she should have met her.

The person in charge and Yanyan looked at each other, and they both saw happiness in each other's eyes. It really didn't take much effort.

The person in charge suppressed the excitement in his heart and made his tone less urgent: "Then do you know where he is now? We need to find him for something."

Song Yun glanced at his watch. He was late anyway, so let's forget about being late for a while.She looked at the two men and women who felt strange no matter how she looked at them, and frowned and asked, "No, who are you?"

The person in charge saw the defensive look of the female classmate, and lied, "We are his relatives, I am his cousin, and this is his cousin."

"Cousin?" Song Yun looked suspiciously at this "cousin" who almost covered her face, but didn't ask further, "Since you are his relatives, don't you know where he is?"

Yanyan listened to the girl talking all the time but refused to tell them where the person in the photo was, so she said anxiously: "You just need to tell me where she is, do we know about it?" What's the matter with you!"

Song Yun's complexion suddenly became ugly, and he rolled his eyes and said to them: "I don't know, I haven't seen it." After speaking, he turned and left and walked into the teaching building.

"Eh? You—" Yanyan wanted to catch up, but was stopped by the person in charge.

"Okay! Don't chase after me. This is Beijing University. If something happens, we can't control you." The person in charge cursed.

"Then what do you think we should do now?!" With two days left before the consideration given by the advertiser, Yanyan became more and more anxious.

"I guess that boy should not be a student of this school." The person in charge guessed.

"Not from this school?" Yanyan frowned, not quite understanding what the person in charge meant.

The person in charge found the original Weibo that accidentally sent the boy to the hot search, pointed to the comment below and explained to Yanyan: "Look, if this boy is a student of Peking University, those in the comments who are studying at Peking University Students will not say that they regret not coming out in the dormitory, or that they regret going home. If the boy is a student of Peking University, he must be very famous in this university. It is impossible for so many Peking University students not to know that he is so good-looking.”

After the person in charge analyzed it, Yanyan felt that it was very reasonable, and confirmed the person in charge's guess that the boy was not a student of Beijing University.

But in this way, it is even more difficult to find a needle in a haystack.

The person in charge took out his mobile phone, looked at the time, and said, "Let's go have a meal first, and the students should be out of class when they come back from the meal."

They rushed to Peking University as soon as they got off the plane, but they found out that a boy was not a Peking University student.

"Come back? Haven't you already confirmed that he is not a student of this school?" Yanyan asked irritably, "Can we stop wasting time?"

The person in charge glared at her and said, "What do you know, anyway, you can't go wrong listening to me."

Now Yanyan can only rely on the person in charge to help her find a way, and can only be obedient.

The two turned around and left Beijing University, but they didn't know that the girl they called to stop just now didn't go directly to the classroom, but walked past another teaching building from this teaching building.

Song Yun trotted to the professor's office, knocked on the door and walked in.

There are only two professors in the office, both of whom are busy with their own affairs with their heads down.

Song Yun ran to the corner and called out to the man who was concentrating on his work: "Professor Jiang."

Jiang Xueheng raised his head and saw that it was Song Yun who came, so he nodded: "Student Song, what's the matter?"

"Yes, and it's about your love, professor." Song Yun lowered her voice, but she was too anxious and the office was quiet, so another professor sitting not far away heard what she said.

The professor raised his head gossipingly.

Jiang Xueheng: "..."

Jiang Xueheng raised his glasses, and smiled gently at Song Yun: "Go on."

Song Yun was still out of breath because she was running up the stairs, so she followed suit and said: "I went to the teaching building just now, and then I was stopped by a man and a woman, and they asked me if I had seen your boyfriend! "

Boy friend? !

Professor Bagua stood up.

Boy friend?

Jiang Xueheng felt puzzled, but he didn't interrupt Song Yun and continued to listen to her.

"Didn't your boyfriend become popular in our school before, and then the man pointed to the photo, asked me if I had seen him, and said that he was his relative." Song Yun frowned, "I think It's very strange, so I asked one more question, but that woman's mother...cough, she still yelled at me, so I felt even more strange. "

Jiang Xueheng put down the pen in his hand and asked, "Then have you seen them? Normally."

"No, but that woman looks familiar to me, but she is wearing a mask and hat, I'm not sure." Song Yun said, "The accent is not from Beijing."

Jiang Xueheng asked: "Then who do you think the girl will be?"

Asked by Jiang Xueheng, Song Yun rubbed her nose in embarrassment, and said honestly: "Mr. Jiang, don't be angry if I tell you."

Song Yun exhaled: "That night's live broadcast... I also watched it."

"live streaming?"

"Yes, it's that Yanyan's live broadcast, I also watched it." Song Yun glanced at Jiang Xueheng quietly, telling him that his face was not worried before continuing, "I think that woman... a bit like Yanyan."

"Didn't you say she was wearing a mask and a hat? How do you know it's her?" Jiang Xueheng's tone was still flat, without much reaction.

"Intuition!" Song Yun's eyes brightened, "Professor Jiang, you have to trust our women's intuition!"

Jiang Xueheng's expression remained gentle and unchanged.

Song Yun choked, and said unwillingly: "Well, it's actually hair. On the night of the live broadcast, Yanyan's hair color was smoky blue. Although the woman hid her hair in a hat, there were a few strands It fell out and I saw it."

Jiang Xueheng pondered for a moment after hearing this, and then nodded: "Okay, I understand, thank you, classmate Song."

Song Jun told the story, and there was no reason to stay in the office, but before she left, she asked Jiang Xueheng a question, and the latter's answer made her very satisfied, and finally walked out of the office humming a little song.

The professor watched the female student walk out of the office, and couldn't help but regret that he had no gossip to listen to.

As soon as he turned around, he looked at Professor Shangjiang with a smile that was not a smile.

The professor was a little embarrassed, but the embarrassment was not worth it. Seeing that there were only the two of them in the office, he asked straight to the point, "Mr. Jiang, so you already have someone you like?"

Jiang Xueheng thought about it, and said that it was right to like it, but he said: "Not yet."

If it is not an object yet, it will be an object in the future.As expected of a professor, full marks for logic.

The professor sighed and shook his head: "It seems that the single female teachers in our school have no chance."

Jiang Xueheng just smiled and didn't say anything else. When she lowered her head and wanted to continue working, she found that she couldn't calm down. All she could think about was about Jiang Ning.

Song Yun asked him just now, that boy is not the one who appeared in the live broadcast, right?

He said yes.

Song Yun was happy: I knew how my younger brother could step on two boats at the same time. Fortunately, I didn't believe it.

Then I said to him: Mr. Jiang, you should be happy.

happiness……?

Jiang Xueheng sneered lowly, and concentrated on continuing to work.

When Jiang Ning received Jiang Xueheng's call, he had just finished taking a shower and was about to broadcast live, so he simply asked Jiang Xueheng to come up.

He was chatting with Ron En and the three of them while pouring hot water.

Chen Chenyuan said: "No, you just let a strange man in like this? Darling, your awareness of prevention is not very good."

"Teacher Jiang is not a strange man." Jiang Ning retorted.

Ron En sneered: "Yes, yes, it's not a strange man, so who is he to you?"

Jiang Ning thought for a while, and gave a relatively close relationship between him and Jiang Xueheng: "We are bamboo horses."

"Bamboo horse?" Gu Zhao became jealous, "Isn't your bamboo horse the three of us, why is there a fourth?"

"That was before I met the three of you!" Jiang Ning said, "I have known Teacher Jiang since I was born, but Teacher Jiang went abroad to study later."

Chen Chenyuan thought for a while, interrupted Gu Zhao's jealous words, and asked, "Is the teacher Jiang you're talking about called Jiang Xueheng?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning said, "Yes, yes, Yuan Yuan, how do you know?"

Chen Chen felt helpless when he was called by Jiang Ning, but he did not correct him, saying: "You still remember when you were just in the first grade of primary school, didn't you sneak to the playground to cry once, when Gu Zhao and I I happened to be in physical education class, so I went over to ask you why you were crying."

Jiang Ning let out an "ah", apparently unable to remember that he had cried like this before.

Hearing what Chen Chenyuan said, Gu Zhao also remembered, "I remember you were a little one squatting on the grass at that time, it was so cute, we asked you, and then you cried and said that your brother Hengheng Gone."

Ron En, who was only a few months older than Jiang Ning and also in the first grade, couldn't join the conversation.

Gu Zhao suddenly realized: "It turns out that Brother Heng Heng who you would say is gone is the Teacher Jiang you are talking about now."

Chen Chenyuan said again: "By the way, didn't you tell us before that your aunt asked you to try a blind date with a former good friend? Could it be..."

Jiang Ning sighed with emotion about his fate with Jiang Xueheng, and hummed when he heard the words: "Yes, it's Teacher Jiang."

The three were silent at the same time: "..."

The doorbell rang at the door, Jiang Ning turned the phone on the table and got up to open the door. Outside the door was the protagonist of the chat topic just now.

"Mr. Jiang, you are here." Jiang Ning turned sideways to let Jiang Xueheng come in. From the corner of his eyes, he saw water stains on Jiang Xueheng's shoulders, "Mr. Jiang, is it raining outside?"

Jiang Xueheng looked where Jiang Ning was looking, and said, "Yes."

"Mr. Jiang, sit down first, I'll get you a towel to wipe." Jiang Ning closed the door and walked to the room with slippers on.

Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Xueheng saw Jiang Ning's phone on the table turned upside down, and bursts of magical laughter erupted from the phone in the next second.

Jiang Xueheng: "...?"

Jiang Ning came out and handed Jiang Xueheng a white towel, and said, "Mr. Jiang, wipe it, the towel is clean."

"Good baby, good baby!" Ron En's voice came from the phone, "Are you going to come and play with us with Gu Zhao?"

Jiang Ning and Jiang Xueheng looked at the phone at the same time.

"..." Jiang Ning grabbed the phone, turned off the speaker, smiled at Jiang Xueheng, turned and walked to the balcony.

It was still raining lightly outside, and the temperature was lower than usual. Jiang Ning turned around and turned back as soon as he stepped out of the balcony.

It's so fucking cold.

Jiang Ning sat on the single sofa next to him, listening to Gu Zhao and the others talking non-stop in the WeChat voice, when he raised his eyes, he saw Jiang Xueheng's expression was cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking with his eyes downcast.

Jiang Ning felt that it was not good for him to leave people aside, so he said to Gu Zhao and the others that they had something to do and they didn't have time to chat, so he quit the voice call.

"Teacher Jiang, what do you want me to do?" Jiang Ning asked.

Jiang Xueheng came back to his senses when he heard Jiang Ning's voice, and said, "Well, it's about you."

"Mine?" Jiang Ning thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything Jiang Xueheng would say about him, "What is it?"

Jiang Xueheng briefly told Jiang Ning what Song Yun told him today: "...It's probably like this. If you go out recently, be careful."

Jiang Ning didn't think what Jiang Xueheng said was a joke, he nodded seriously: "Okay, I understand."

This is the reason why Jiang Xueheng came here to look for Jiang Ning. After talking about the matter, he had no reason to stay any longer, so he got up: "Then I'll go first. If you need help with anything, you can find me."

Jiang Ning nodded, "Yeah, I will, please trouble you, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Xueheng smiled faintly, "It's okay."

After sending Jiang Xueheng out the door, after Jiang Ning closed the door, he recalled what Jiang Xueheng said just now, and gradually had an idea in his heart.